Nowhere is home. And everywhere I visit just teaches me that my culture is so unique to me because I don’t understand it, and I never will, not the way my ancestors did. I am not that American. I am not that Jordanian. There I am foreign, and here, even in the city I’ve called… Continue reading On borders
Author: dannasweidan
shitshilarious: domohatesapples: glorifies: dysphorism: bubblevortex: copy and paste yourself into my bed and delete all of your clothes while you’re at it we can get a little alt of ctrl And shift under the sheets There will be no esc And I can enter your backspace
on shame
I lose all motivation to better myself,because i have turned away from the bombs and sieges on the news.i live in comparison, a contrast of my own experiences. traipsing casually through the poverty and diligence of indiabuys me a mere 18 months of gratitude, of real hard work,of trying for myself in a way i… Continue reading on shame
on aging
I fear for my memories of the indian ocean, drying and curling at the edges like the yellowed pages of my favorite book. i fear the helpless sag of the skin around my smile,and, with something to lose, i lie awake marinading in terrorover mental atrocities likewhat to do to accept your mother’s mortality,how to… Continue reading on aging
on aging together
you will love them until you waste themwary and satisfiedthey will wear youthreadbare and misshapen and it will be home
On evolution
I envy the flowers and fungus and trees That have shown more survival savvy than me: As Homo sapiens took off running To lose and gather and roam, Little seeds out of just some dumb dirt Made food and rest and a home. My blood is restless and I wander While oaks in my yard… Continue reading On evolution
just a reminder:
even a drop in a bucket still makes ripples.
On scarring
The ones on my arms from Catching corners and cat claws, They’ve faded and blended and I I do not remember the stories behind them. I look at your letters some days and hope for the same mercy there
On melting
It might be the heat but it feels Like early summer breeze: The valley is hollow and swollen, waiting For sun then rains and Sticky sweat on lover’s necks and skirts to ruffle from now to then It might be summer but it felt Like home, Like in all the melancholy of late afternoon heat… Continue reading On melting
Venus
Jan 27, 2009 Stellar I would call you, my everythingI would call you.You were as solid as moonrock under my feet and as bright as my sun above my head.I have learned of constellations and disasters, I have learned of orbits and gravity,but no sun moon or cycle deters my orbit around,my gravitational pull,to you.You… Continue reading Venus
Garbanzo Bae 